She obeyed.“I’ve wanted you ever since that party. Do you rememberthat one? You were with that slut Watson.” She twistedher head so ...he could see Joe.“You might as well pull off the beard Joe. I know it’syou.”Joe yanked the beard from his face. Now all he had onwas the Santa hat and Bobbi’s stellar ass.“Oh, did you know what old Tanya Watson is famous for?”Bobbi began to wiggle her bottom as Joe slapped againsther. “She’s famous. "Yesssss," I sighed, "That feeeeels soooooo gooooood." God,I was in such ecstasy I was afraid I'd pass out. Physically, mypleasure was coming from my sissycunt, sissyclit and sissytits,while, emotionally, I was just thrilled that Sir Michael wasenjoying me enough to treat me like a girl. I was happy, he washappy, and that only made me more happy. I had no idea what hadcome over me, but I didn't care anymore. I couldn't even remembermy old name, much less my old life. I was tanya, his now. " she said simply.Neil nodded, but saw no family resemblance. "OK, well he wasn't really up for it anyway. He has some... remarkably average scores." Neil glanced back down at Derrick's skill card and saw something odd. On a scale of one to six, most students fell into a predictable pattern of strengths and weaknesses based on their talents and history in the saddle. Derrick had threes. All threes. In every single category. Neil scanned the card carefully and curiously. Not a single four. The. I though he might cum in his pants by the way his hands were shaking. She now lay there in panties and her shirt an bra. So two guys each took an arm and sat her back up. I unclasped her bra, and they pulled her shirt over her head. She now lay sprawled out in the middle of our bed (all the lights on), in nothing but a pair of her sexiest panties. They all just stood there dumbfounded wondering what I would say next. One friend broke the silence and said, okay let's get back downstairs before.